Partnerz in Crime

by Kareem

  “Answer my question.” She raised her voice and snatched the towel I had wrapped around my waist, leaving me before her in the nude.

  “Keisha, are you kidding me right now?” I reached for the towel. She tossed it across the room.

  “Does it look like I’m joking around?” She tossed my briefs to the floor again as well.

  “No, but you are trippin’. And I don’t like you being this way.” I retrieved my towel and wrapped it around my waist.

  “I just want to know if you—”

  “Keisha,” Kolanda interrupted, peeping into my bedroom. “Do you have a minute?”

  “No. I’m busy right now!” she told her sister. Then she walked over to the door and closed it. I looked at her and how she was carrying on all mad and marching back over to get in my face. I laughed because her trippin’ was funny to me.

  “Did you or did you not fuck her, Korey?” she asked again, looking me in my eyes with her arms crossed.

  “Yes. Yes, I fucked her. You happy now?” I stood looking at her with my arms and hands out as if about to receive something into them.

  “So us kissing in your Corvette when you picked me up for lunch, what was that, Korey? You playing with me?”

  “I don’t play games, Ke.”

  “What was it, then?” she asked, poking my chest with her index finger with every word she spoke.

  “It was me showing my affection for you.”

  “Affection?”

  “Baby girl, I like you,” I said, gently reaching to take her hand into mine. “I wouldn’t fucking play with your heart if I didn’t. So stop all this tripping.” I pulled her close because I saw in her pretty brown eyes that all she wanted was for me to show her that I cared for her, that she meant something special to me. No wonder she went and threw on the nightie I bought her.

  “Don’t be letting that pretty face of yours look all mad and shit for nothing. You all mad for nothing, for real.” I wrapped my arms around her passionately and pecked a soft kiss on her neck.

  “Then kiss me. Kiss me like you kissed me when you took me out for lunch in your Corvette,” she said softly. She wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped up in my arms with her legs locked around my waist.

  “You’re something, girl. But is this what you want?” I tenderly pecked a kiss to her lips. The top first, then the bottom.

  “Mmm,” she softly moaned through her throat, letting me taste her sweet tongue. She was a great kisser. We tongue-danced for a whole two minutes.

  “I want to be your lady, Korey,” she muttered in between us passionately kissing.

  “You already are, Keisha.”

  “I am?”

  “As far as I’m concerned, you are, cutie. You been here for me since the day I got out. Just don’t trip off me seeing my baby mom. I gotta be there for her and our daughter.”

  “Does she do this?” She unwrapped her legs from my waist, got down on her knees, and removed the towel from my waist. She took my semi-erect dick in her soft, warm, gentle hand and inserted it into her warm, moist mouth. She placed her hands behind her back and began slowly sucking my dick forward and back while looking up into my eyes. She sucked me wonderfully. I noticed that while she was looking me in my eyes while doing so, I felt shivers up and down my spine. Shamika knew how to suck my dick real good too. She was the best I ever had. But Shamika never gave me head while simultaneously looking me directly in my eyes as Keisha was doing. I felt Keisha was looking into my soul and making an emotional connection. Her pretty brown eyes and mouth magic working in harmony was telling me in no uncertain terms that she wanted more intimacy with me. She wanted a connection in our souls that would never be broken sexually.

  This girl damn good! I silently gave her props. I wasn’t in church, but she was blessing me with this wonderful, magnificent blowjob that had me trembling with pleasure. I felt myself about to cum, so I pulled out of her mouth.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong. I got something for you.” I reached for her hand to help her to her feet.

  “What?” she asked, curious. “I wasn’t finished with you.”

  “Yeah, but I want to taste you.” I kissed her lips. “Get on my bed and lie on your stomach.”

  “My stomach?” She began removing her panties.

  “With your legs spread and your ass tilted. I wanna suck your pussy from the back.” I slapped her on the ass cheek as I escorted her to my bed. I reached for her panties that she still had in her hand and tossed them to the floor. She dove on my bed and lifted her nightie. She tossed her long hair to one side and positioned her face sideways, looking back at me through her peripheral vision, with that voluptuous ass of hers in the air.

  I dropped to my knees, gripped her soft ass cheeks with my hands, and parted her pussy lips from the back with my thumbs. Unlike Shamika, who didn’t shave her pussy because she liked things natural, Keisha’s was clean shaven. I gave it a kiss like it was the lips on her pretty face. Up, down, and around her clit, I began licking with the tip of my tongue, not too fast, but not too slow. I sucked on it with her looking back at me with squinted eyes and with her mouth open like she wanted to scream.

  While licking her hot button of love, my door opened. “Kor . . .” I heard Hammer attempt to say my name before he quickly shut my door. Keisha and I both began laughing at him catching me with my face buried between her ass cheeks, eating her pussy. I let up with a solid, hard dick. With Keisha face down and ass up, doggie style, I got on top of her and eased my dick inside her warm, wet womanhood. I began hitting her off slowly. She moaned my name and reached her hand back and pushed at my abs to prevent me from going too deep. But I wanted to fuck her the way I wanted to fuck her. The thug way. Hammer told me that this dick was what she needed in her life. So I reached for her hands and gripped them at her waist like I was arresting her, doggie style.

  “Korey, what are you doing?” she moaned.

  “Handling my business.” I slowly stroked her pussy while holding her hands so that she couldn’t prevent how much of this dick I put in her. Around and around, my dick explored her womanhood. In and out, I deeply penetrated, working her middle. Her soft ass cheeks bounced forward and back off my midsection with every hard stroke.

  She was moaning and calling my name loud enough for Kolanda and Hammer to hear if they were anywhere nearby. As I sped up my pace, working her middle and hitting her bottom, she cried that she was cummin’ and for me not to stop! I let her hands go free and held her at her waist, pulling her to me with every forward stroke of my dick for deeper access. She screamed my name and clawed the bedspreads and mattress. I was fucking the hell out of her from the back, unapologetically.

  She was cumming hard, and so was I at this point. I quickly pulled out to avoid nutting inside her. I wiped myself with my towel. She turned onto her side and curled up. I got on top of her and kissed her. “You all right?”

  She looked at me and nodded, struggling to recover from her orgasm.

  “You sure?”

  “Korey,” she said softly, touching my cheek with her feathery hand. “That was awesome.”

  “I thought so too.” I kissed her again.

  She turned her body so that she could be on her back. I was over her and between her legs. “Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked me, looking me in the eyes.

  “I enjoyed every minute of you. I want some more.” I leaned in for a passionate kiss. Before I knew it, my dick was hard again. I eased it back inside her with her legs wrapped around my waist. We were at it again.

  Chapter 17

  Merry Christmas

  “Damn, my nigga,” Hammer said. “You and Keisha was up there fucking like a mu’fucka! Was the pussy good, K? It had to be. You had your face all in it!” he exclaimed while we rode to handle some business in his car.

  “Like KFC!” I shot back, shaking my head and gripping my crotch, letting him know it was finger-licking good! “She got a snapper, Ham. That’s on my sol
id and my mother’s grave!”

  “I told you her shit ain’t been tatted all up by nigga’s dicks. That’s that grade A like her sister, Kolanda.”

  “I can tell.”

  “She’s only had that one dude. The white boy I told you about.”

  “Man, I love Keisha. And, peep this, her head game, yo, it’s off the meter! I love a girl who can blow my horn, no bullshit!”

  “Sucked your dick into oblivion, didn’t she?” Hammer said, cheesing hard. He was barely able to keep his eyes on the road. He was asking me all these questions about Keisha and me in the bedroom because he wanted to be able to tell me now for certain, “I told you so.” Ever since I’d known his ass, he hated for someone to doubt what he believed and knew to be true. I didn’t doubt him from the start. Everything he dropped in my ear about Keisha I kept close to my heart. I just needed a little time to feel shit out and see things for myself, Korey’s way. Especially since I had been away so long in the joint.

  “So, what’s up? You going to lock it in with her on a serious relationship-type thing? What?”

  I inhaled and exhaled hard and thought about what Hammer just asked. I was falling for Keisha hard, no doubt. But my true, loving heart was still with Shamika.

  “To be honest, Ham, I want her and Shamika.”

  “But I thought you and Shamika has issues.”

  “Told you we resolved our issue. See, Ham, I thought Shamika had totally fuckin’ abandoned me. But, man, nothing was further from the truth. She been raising our daughter right, man. Olivia is very smart and respectful. Other than that, she ain’t with no man. All she do, besides spend quality time with O, is work and sleep.”

  “Yeah, but twelve years is a long time to be gone. How can you be certain she didn’t cut out on you for real, for real, K?” he asked, pulling into a car dealership of a guy he needed to hit off with seven ounces of heroin.

  “I know because she looked me in my eyes and told me. I know her, Ham. If she was fucking around, she would have told me. Especially after I brought fine-ass Keisha over to her house. Yeah, she would have told. Not to mention, a woman’s pussy don’t lie to a man, either.”

  “You fucked her?” He parked the car.

  “We got it in good, dawg. It was like I was hitting a virgin.”

  “So what you’re saying is, you’re gonna love and keep her and Keisha?”

  “Yo, I think your people comin’.” I looked and saw a guy walking toward Hammer’s side of the car. We were in his Lexus IS. The guy was carrying a briefcase.

  “Korey, hop in the back seat.”

  I hopped into the back seat with my hand gripping my 9.

  “Hammer,” the guy said, giving my ace a handshake. “Good to see you. Everything’s here.” He pointed at the briefcase.

  Hammer nodded. He was smart when making transactions. He did little talking. In fact, if someone talked too much, he and I both got leery and took it as a sign that they could be wired, working for the authorities. If that had been the case, we’d all die. Going back to the joint was not an option.

  Hammer motioned with his hands for the guy to open the briefcase. He got the message and did so. Again, Hammer nodded, seeing that all the cash was present. He pointed with his thumb for him to hand the briefcase to me, which he did. Then Hammer opened the console and handed him a brown paper bag full of heroin. The guy took a look inside, nodded, and shook Hammer’s hand. He then exited the car, and Hammer pulled off.

  We made two more drops before calling it a night. We went back to the house, ate Domino’s Pizza, and played Spades. It was me and him against Kolanda and Keisha. They kicked our ass!

  * * *

  Christmas came fast. I spent the whole day over at Shamika’s with her and Olivia. Olivia had so many brand new clothes and shoes, she could have opened up her own clothing store! She loved the tennis bracelet that Keisha picked out for me to give her. I’d gone back to the mall and bought Shamika one too. Hers was hot pink. She too loved her gift. Shamika bought me tank tops, briefs, and socks in different colors, and Egyptian Musk cologne. She loved smelling that fragrance on me. It was one of my favorites as well. Olivia bought me the latest Jordans. She said she didn’t know what to get me, so she asked her mother what I liked, and Shamika told her I was a freak for Jordans. In the old days, I had every pair that came out.

  After the sun had gone down, Shamika asked me if I would like to join her and Olivia at her mother’s house for dinner. I declined. Her mother was never a big fan of me and what I was doing in the streets. She used to tell Shamika all the time that she could have done better than have a baby by a thug. “A nigga in the streets!” she called me. I respected her opinion of me. She wanted the best for her daughter. In her eyes, the best wasn’t me.

  Before they got ready to go to her mother’s, I asked Olivia to excuse us for a moment while we discussed something in Shamika’s bedroom.

  “Okay, Daddy.” She went and put all her gifts that were all over the living room inside her bedroom.

  I shut Shamika’s bedroom door. She was looking so good with her black drawstring sweat suit with knee-high black leather boots.

  “What do you want to talk about, Korey, that’s so important that you asked Olivia to leave us alone?” she said, picking through her hair as she looked in the mirror.

  I eased up behind her, placing my hands around her waist, and I kissed the back of her neck. “I just wanted you to know that I truly enjoyed the two of you today.”

  “We enjoyed you too, Korey.” She turned around and faced me. “When are you going to come and go to church with us?”

  “That’s not for me right now. You know I don’t play with God, baby girl.” I kissed her lips.

  “It’s not about playing with God. It’s about taking time to give Him praise and fellowship with His people.”

  “I’ll get to it, Mika.”

  “When, Korey?” She gave me a look of concern.

  “No man knows the time and day that the Good Lord will call upon him for his services. But I’m sure that day will come. Every person has their own appointed time, boo-boo. Now, let me taste them sweet lips.”

  She yielded them to me and kissed me with passion. Before I knew it, my dick was hard. “Let me get a little bit before you go to your mother’s for dinner.”

  “Right now, Korey? Olivia’s out there waiting.”

  “Olivia is in her bedroom. Now, let me get a li’l bit.”

  She looked at me and shook her head. While she was looking, I was dropping my pants and briefs to my ankles. She saw my dick, hard and pointing forward. She came out of her boots, sweatpants, and panties. I got on top of her and kissed her while massaging her pussy with my finger until it was soaking wet. I eased my dick inside her and began grinding in circular motions, nice and slow.

  “You must want Olivia to have a sibling, Korey, the way you been making love to me,” she moaned. I’d been hitting Shamika off every other day since we resolved our issue.

  “You want me to stop?” I teased, knowing better, for she’d been upbeat and showing off her pearly whites since this dick had been back in her life.

  “Noooo.” She softly stretched the word. “What I want is for us to get married.”

  “You’re already my wife, Mika. We don’t need a wedding for you to know that. Do we? I don’t, baby.”

  “We just . . . just need to consider doing things God’s way,” she stuttered between me slowly grinding like she liked it.

  “Love is God’s way, Mika. I love you.”

  “I love you too. But—”

  “But what?” I cut in, stroking deeper and speeding up my pace. “But what, Mika?” I teased, working her middle in and out.

  “Nothin’,” she softly replied, taking air in between her teeth and tightening her arms around my neck. In and out of her womanhood I went in circular motions. She started crying as she always did when this dick was sending her to cloud nine. It was feeling good to her. It was feeling good to me as w
ell. I didn’t want to let up, but the more I sped up my pace, the quicker nature took its course with us both. We went to heaven on a “quickie jet” fueled by love and hot lust. Love and lust that I couldn’t see myself burying for this beautiful woman, ever!

  I went and took a quick wash up, then she did the same while I went to Olivia’s bedroom and kissed her good-bye. “I love you, Daddy,” she said soft and sweet.

  “I love you too, sweetheart.”

  “Thank you for my gifts.”

  “Thank you for mine.” I kissed her forehead and departed with tears in my eyes. When I was in the joint, I thought about reuniting with my baby girl. I didn’t know how I would be able to take care of her, though. Getting back in the drug game was the last thing on my mind to do to assist me in being in a position to spoil my baby girl. Now I was home. And, due to Hammer’s situation with the old man, and me backing his play, I had crazy loot stashed. Loot that I planned to use to keep my baby girl and her mother smiling.

  I went and spent the rest of my evening with Keisha at her condo uptown. She cooked peppered steak with fried veggies over white rice and banana pudding for dessert. We drank cherry Moscato and exchanged Christmas gifts under the illuminating candlelight that was resting in the middle of her dining table. It gave off a sweet strawberry aroma. She bought me a gold Rolex Presidential watch, which she placed on my arm while sitting on my lap. I had bought Hammer a rack of freaky triple-X DVDs. He and his wife bought me a brand new black and gold Ninja motorcycle, the latest on the market.

  “Merry Christmas,” she said, smiling. This was one of those moments where I wanted to cry. From day one, Keisha has made me feel like a king.

  “Thank you, cutie,” I looked her in her eyes and said. “I really appreciate this gift. It’s very, very nice.” I bought her and Kolanda onyx stone tennis bracelets since she had told me that black was her and Kolanda’s favorite color. She was speechless. She received it with tears of joy coming down her eyes and down her cheeks as I placed it on her wrist. I wiped her tears with my palm and thumb.